by Sarah Veitch
First she'd been expelled from school and now the army. Whatever next?
'Can I put on my clothes?' she asked, pointing to her khaki uniform.
'You can put on the prison uniform. It has your number on it. See? Prisoner three,' the constable said.
Charlotte looked morosely at the minuscule grey tunic. Slipping it over her head, she found that it showed off her breasts to the areolae and the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs. The clothing designer at the Training Grounds either had a cruel sense of humour or was constantly short of material. Either that or they were a throwback to the sixties and thought that the mini-skirt was still in vogue. She stared at the number three which was emblazoned over each bra cup and on the pubis of her prison issue panties.
'Are prisoners one and two as sartorially fortunate?' she asked.
'Sart... what?' the policeman asked dully.
'I mean, what the fuck are they wearing?' Charlotte asked.
A momentary understanding showed in the man's largely expressionless eyes.
'Prisoner one is currently in isolation so she's bare-ass naked. And prisoner two has been handcuffed to a tree to await a judicial thrashing from the governor as soon as he finds the time. She's cuffed to an overhead branch so her tunic has ridden right up.' He looked gloatingly at Charlotte's vulnerable haunches. 'Seems to me you'll soon be joining her - and so soon after your paddling and caning too.'
'Thank you for reminding me cunt-stable,' she said heavily and the constable glared.
'We'll see who has all the funny answers when I've got my truncheon right up you,' he muttered.
Charlotte turned to his colleague. 'Is he allowed to speak to an unconvicted prisoner like that?'
The second man smiled and nodded. 'Uh huh. There's no police ombudsman here - just us and our administrative assistant Suki. We can do what we like with a deserter until we deliver her to the prison governor.'
At the thought of Suki, who she'd come over here with on the motorboat, Charlotte cheered up. At least she'd have one ally in the system who might help her get an early release.
'I'll escort the prisoner to the punishment block as she's been so rude to us,' the first policeman said, pulling Charlotte's wrists behind her back and clicking on handcuffs. The metal felt cold and harsh against her wrists.
'Don't you have to read me my Miranda rights or something?' she asked, aware that the cruel stretch on her arms made her pink-nippled breasts jut out obscenely. She pulled at the metal cuffs but they held fast.
'You've been watching too many cop shows, love,' said the man who Charlotte had begun to think of as PC Plod.
'And you haven't?' she asked sarcastically.
'Walk in front of me and think about what my truncheon is going to feel like,' he continued, ignoring her jibe.
'And if I don't?' she muttered, noting nervously that the second policeman was taking his nightstick from his holdall.
'If you don't we'll give you lots of encouragement,' the first PC said, slapping his palm against his thigh.
Knowing that she couldn't win for now, Charlotte walked ahead of the men, still overwhelmingly aware of her nudity. She turned left and right at their instructions and eventually found herself facing a camp of timber buildings with bars on the windows. It was fronted by yet another punishment yard. Leastways, it had a chilling assortment of racks, birching benches and fences within its walls.
'Suck it,' said the older policeman, holding his truncheon out.
'Suck it yourself,' Charlotte muttered. She looked around desperately for Suki, the one person who could get her out of this.
'This is a punishment exercise. Either you do as you're told or you'll feel my colleague's nightstick across your arse,' PC Plod said.
Charlotte looked again at his relatively long, thin truncheon and just couldn't bring herself to suck it. Instead, she made a run for the prison gates.
Unfortunately, running with hands cuffed behind her back made for a very ungainly sprint and she was soon captured. Both men pulled her back to the wall and one held her down whilst the other pulled her prison tunic off. The strong armed man continued to hold her in place by gripping her underarms whilst his colleague applied his nightstick sharply to her flesh.
'Ah! Ow! Stop!' Charlotte gasped as the stick bit into her buttocks in quick succession. 'Oh, aah, please!' she wailed as the stick continued to berate her curves.
The nightstick lashed into the fullness of her arse, into the lower curve and even into her thigh backs. The fact that her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back meant that she could do nothing to protect herself.
Charlotte jerked about desperately on the rough hewn wall as they continued to apply the nightstick to her extremities. Her belly rubbed against the stonework and her tits hung down. Each time the stick bit into her, she jumped then writhed in place for a few seconds. When she calmed down the policeman applied the hateful punisher again.
'I'll do anything,' she sobbed at last.
'Good girl. Suck the truncheon like it's your favourite flavoured lolly,' the older PC said.
Her tears falling onto the heavy rubber blackness, Charlotte obeyed him.
'Now lie back on that punishment table and spread your legs.'
Numbly she followed his pointing finger and saw a low table with straps at all four corners. It was similar to ones she'd seen on the first isle of the Training Grounds. Charlotte slowly approached it then realised that she couldn't clamber on top with her hands still cuffed.
Recognising this, one of the constables freed her then she pulled herself onto the trestle, lay down on her back and parted her thighs.
'Spread them further,' ordered one man.
'And stretch out your arms,' ordered the other.
Charlotte obeyed and they tethered her in place. The older man then took a large tube from his inner pocket and smeared some of the cream over his fingers.
'Right, sweetheart, let's get you lubed up.'
'What has this got to do with my going AWOL from the military?' Charlotte muttered as his oily fingers approached her vulva.
'Such humiliations form part of your arrest-based punishment,' the younger cop said.
'Gee, and don't you just have to force yourself to do it,' the British girl said sarcastically, then cried out as strong fingers touched her sensitive sexual fronds.
'I do believe you're wet already,' one of the policemen added, staring at her pink tunnel.
'In your dreams,' Charlotte replied.
She was about to think up another insult or two when she felt the slender truncheon probing at her entrance. The lube must have made her very slippery for the rubber soon slid all the way in.
'Mark, you gently stroke her clit while I fuck her with this,' the older policeman said.
Mark immediately obliged. To Charlotte's surprise, he clearly understood just how to pleasure a clitoris, stroking round the perimeter very rhythmically and lightly. To her chagrin, she found herself becoming increasingly turned on. But she just couldn't let herself come like this - she just couldn't. She peered dazedly at the older policeman as he shafted her with the long black truncheon and couldn't bear his gloating grin.
'Can't get it up?' she taunted.
'Rule thirty three says we cannot have sex with a prisoner.'
'So stop boring the hell out of this one by playing with your truncheon,' Charlotte said. She thought for a moment, remembering that she'd had sex with the doctor. 'But some of the men have sex with the women here.'
'Only the vasectomised males,' the cop said, pushing the truncheon in and out, in and out. Charlotte's breathing quickened and lust spread all the way through her sugar walls.
Determined to hide her arousal, she forced a yawn.
'You're bored, are you, my sweet?'
To her shame she could hear that the truncheon was now making a squelching sound as it was pulled halfway out of her vulva.
'Very bored,' she lied then grunted with increasing desire.
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bsp; 'We'll just bore you for another fifteen minutes then it will be time for your formal Induction,' the clitoral-pleasurer said.
'Whatever,' Charlotte gasped out, feeling her nipples pulsing with enhanced desire.
'Oh, you must be getting even more excited cause it's going further up you,' the truncheon-wielder said. 'You're so wet that my truncheon's dripping.'
'And your clit is so hot that it's almost burning my fingers,' the other policeman cut in.
Her orgasm fast approaching, she turned her head to one side and saw Suki watching from a distance. But the Oriental girl was too far away for Charlotte to call to her - and by now Charlotte was much too aroused to shout.
'I'll make you lick my truncheon clean after you come,' the older man said.
'Or we could leave her tethered her for a while and show her to the other prisoners.'
'And we could...' the truncheon-user added, but Charlotte didn't hear the rest of his suggestion for she came and came.
Her orgasm went on and on, spreading across her belly, across her pubis to her thighs. She pushed down hard against the rubber pleasurer, her moans echoing through the quiet punishment yard.
At last her orgasm subsided and the men untied her and helped her to her feet. Charlotte took a few tentative steps towards her tiny prison uniform.
'No sweetheart, let's show your very wet pussy to the prison governor,' the younger man said. He pointed towards the nearest building which had a bright blue door. 'We'll leave you in his capable hands and I'm sure he'll soon leave you alone with both your fellow prisoners.' He smiled. 'They're both female, of course, and they both like pretty white girls.'
'And are they allowed to touch me?' Charlotte mumbled as they cuffed her hands behind her back again and led her towards the prison.
'Absolutely not,' both cops said in unison.
Charlotte exhaled hard with relief.
'But it goes without saying that the governor can't be responsible for what happens after lights out,' the younger one said.
Meanwhile the older one fleetingly fondled Charlotte's full breasts.
'Sometimes the prison warden forgets to uncuff a girl's hands and she has to spend the night in her cell with both women. If they're feeling horny, she can be in for a very lively time.'
Chapter Twelve
Moments later, Charlotte walked through the prison's main door and into a silent hallway. Doors led off in all directions.
Confused, she turned to the younger police officer called Mark. 'This place is huge - but I thought they only had three prisoners here?'
Mark grinned slyly. 'They do indeed. The recidivism rate is very low which just proves that their correction methods work.'
Charlotte looked down at her naked self and dripping pubis and could understand why prisoners didn't want to return here. Being shafted to orgasm by a truncheon had to be the ultimate in public shame.
'So why have such a large building for the prison?' she asked.
'Well, we have lots of land - and the offender rate is expected to increase as we bring more people to the Training Grounds.' He smiled wanly. 'Not everyone fits in with the regime - hell, you're proof of that yourself.'
'I just wanted to try survivalism,' Charlotte said in her own defence.
'Yeah, survivalism using stolen clothes and stolen camping equipment,' Mark replied. He stared at her sadly. 'The problem with you newer islanders is that you want everything for nothing. People have had to work hard to cultivate this place.'
'Okay, spare me the lecture,' Charlotte said, looking at the various open and closed doors and wondering which one she was to walk through. 'Does the prison let you treat all prisoners the way you've treated me?' she added, anxious as ever to understand the set-up and her place in it.
The older PC had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. 'The prison just tells us to use reasonable force in making an arrest.'
'And can the prison also... chastise us?'
'Of course. That was the prison punishment yard we used to discipline you,' Mark explained. 'Your prison Induction's through here and starts in five minutes,' he added, pointing to what appeared to be a reception lounge.
Charlotte entered it gingerly and sat down in one of the beige suede chairs. Moments later a tall, slim man entered the room and sat in the chair directly opposite. He opened some kind of ledger and briefly glanced at it. Then he looked squarely at her.
'I'm Governor Bruce. You are now prisoner number three for the duration of your time here - and will still be prisoner number three if you ever return. You're to spend the next few days in our Assessment Centre. All meals are served in the prison canteen.'
'Uh huh. I assume they'll cater for my macrobiotic diet?' Charlotte joked.
But humour clearly wasn't the tall man's strongpoint for he continued his monotonic spiel. 'Breakfast is at eight, lunch is at twelve, your evening meal is at 6pm. Prisoners can help themselves to fruit, salad and bread from the prison kitchen out with these hours. You will be employed in the prison workshop making furniture. As the weather is so nice, the prisoners work out of doors.' He leaned forward slightly. 'Any questions?'
'Can I put on my uniform now?' Charlotte asked, nodding at the prison tunic which Mark had left lying next to her.
For the first time the governor seemed to notice her nakedness. 'I'll take you to the bath house first. Here, let me uncuff you,' he said and promptly removed the handcuffs from her wrists.
Five minutes later Charlotte was luxuriating in a deep, hot bath scented with lily of the valley. She lay there for twenty minutes, topping up the hot water again and again. She'd just finished shampooing her hair when a toned black girl walked from one of the other bathrooms, a towel around her breasts and waist.
She hesitated when she saw Charlotte then walked over to her.
'Hi, you must be the new girl. I'm Ayo.'
'I'm Charlotte,' Charlotte said. She brought an arm out from under the sea of bubbles and they shook hands. 'So are you a prisoner too?'
'No, prisoner one,' Ayo said. Charlotte decided to let the confusion pass.
'Yeah? What are you in for?'
'Stealing a boat from the boat yard,' the African girl said.
'They have a boatyard here?' Charlotte realised she kept having to rewrite the image she had of isle two.
Ayo nodded. 'They have pretty much everything. They make boats to barter with their nearest neighbours. I think that's how they get all the goods that they can't grow or make by themselves.'
'I see.' Charlotte nodded. 'I was on isle one until recently and it's much smaller than this.'
The African girl nodded again. 'It's tiny. It's their idea of Paradise - you know, a small but beautiful land with lots of natural resources but relatively few people. I wish I could go back there again.'
'Me too,' Charlotte admitted then quickly rinsed her hair. She hesitated. 'I thought I could get back in their favour if I won the Annual Race.'
'Yeah? Don't know much about it,' Ayo admitted. She patted her own thighs. 'As you can see, I'm strong - but I'm not built for speed.'
'Well, I'd better get out of this bath before I rust,' Charlotte said.
To her surprise and relief, Ayo turned her back. 'Let me know when you're decent and I'll show you to your cell.'
Hoping that it wasn't a trick, the English girl left the water and wrapped her towel firmly around her breasts. She kept watching Ayo warily. After all, the police had said that the other prisoners were aggressively lesbian.
'Ready,' she said in what she hoped was a don't-fuck-with-me voice.
Ayo led the way to a long corridor of cells. 'I'm in cell one and Lulu is in cell two. If you take cell three we can all call out to each other after lights out.'
'Suits me,' Charlotte said, glad to have found a friend. She was equally glad to see that her cell was large, well-lit and plushly carpeted. It contained a bed, a cabinet and a writing desk.
'No wardrobe?' Charlotte asked faintly.
Ayo shook
her head glumly. 'We have to wear these stupid tiny prison tunics every day.'
For the next few days Charlotte wore her tiny prison tunic whilst she sawed and polished wood and swept up wood shavings out of doors with Ayo, for Lulu was still in Isolation.
'So why did they put her in Isolation?' Charlotte asked as she took a short, unofficial break.
'She tried to seduce Mark, one of the policemen, with the full knowledge that he's an unvasectomised male so it's against the rules.'
'She seduced him when he arrested her?' Charlotte clarified.
'No, she's been in prison for six months. The seduction was only a few days ago,' Ayo explained.
'You mean she escaped and made it to the police station?' Charlotte continued, wondering how easy it was to escape.
Ayo shook her head. 'No, the police station is sited at the front of the prison. She didn't even have to leave the prison grounds.'
Aha! That explained why Suki had been skirting the prison punishment yard when she, Charlotte, arrived. After all, Suki was now the police administrative assistant. Maybe she could administer some words or deeds that would get Charlotte out of here?
'I know Suki who works for the police,' she said casually as she returned to sawing wood. 'Do you think it would be all right if I called in to see her?'
Ayo picked up the brush and nodded. 'Yes, just go in your Association Time.'
Charlotte knew she meant the rest and relaxation period that the prisoners were allocated every day.
When the appointed time came in the afternoon, she made her way to the police station and walked up to the reception desk. To her relief, Suki was standing there and writing in a ledger.
'Can I be of assistance?' the Oriental girl said, her face devoid of recognition. Her English was less broken than it had been before.
'Suki, it's me, Charlotte. We came over here on the motorboat together. We briefly met on isle one as well.'
'I remember,' a still expressionless Suki said. Her black hair shone in the sunlight streaming through the windows. It was perfectly set off by her black blouse and skirt. Charlotte had to admit that she looked very fine indeed.
